Can you tell me the wages
Of an abandoned dream?
Is it despair or rage? Or
Is it a muffled scream?
Frozen in the throat
It petrifies the tongue,
Turns mouth into a moa
tShoots arrows through the lung,
Then it contorts intestines -
Guttural rending pain -
Cramps muscles up, and next it
Sclerotifies the brain -
Freezes the toes and fingers
Sends shivers up the skin
Whereupon it lingers
Until it wears it thin -
Why can't you scream out loud?
It is because nerves fray
Trying to contain the crowd
Of words you cannot say,
It is because time-master
Conspires to strike you dumb
And with each year beats faster?-
Do not just be, become,
Turn into something, somehow,
Turn into something quick,
Make the life happen now,
Make of you what you seek,
And if you find it missing -
All that you thought you'd be -
Turn it into a kiss, and
Give it all up to me.